#HIS LITTLE VOICEE :(

[alicecoopersbush]

everyone please fucking look at this im going nuts

[saexy]

but your first pregnancy w sae.... and he is so so careful and just always on his toes.. if you evn whince quietly.. he is tgere beside you the next second.. checking you. checking the internet if it meant sonething.. he is a little too much of. a health freak.. would buy you high quality fiber and and keeep your diet in check.. "babe youre not eating enuf.." <- get used to it. HE IS SUPER NAGGY w your chips intake. "but im craving" he just shakes his heads.. "youre gonna drink that juice after tgis" LILE HIS LOGIC IS TO CANCEL IT ALL OUT. he's the type to baby feed you.. "one more bite.. say aah" its funny bec he has such a brick face..his eyebrows narrowed.. almost frowning.... and worksouts.. will be SO CRUCIAL.. like you cannot fight him. dw he'd drrss you up.... and mood swings.. sae has trouble understanding sometimes, but his calm nature makes up for it. he is soo sooo patient. like he reads your behaviour a little to well so he takes care of it in otger ways, if not words.. he'd struggle a little too, nights after you've cried your eyes sore bec youre a little overwhlemed, he may not be the best at words, he'd affirm you in simple words, nothing decorative, andntherr is so much sincerity in his eyes that it always work... he knows you'll do a good job, but he'd always have this lingering feeling eating him away if he can be a father your baby deserves, what if he is worse than his own dad, he'd be so quiet and he isnt the type to share but you'd see through it, you always do w himm.. and instead of explicitly telling him, you assure him subtley.. wehn you squeeze his hand during sonograms.. or the time you reminded him, there is no other man, who'd be a better father than him... who you'd trust more than him. his eyes almost glass.. but he'd never cry, until he hold his little baby girl in his arms for.the first time.. no feeling ever compares to it.. and all the little doubts just goes away in her little baby's smile.. he sniff trying to hold back, but s few tears sneak away and you see him smilingg kissing your little babyy. sae lovess holding her, he has a sore arm but he would not out her down, always next to her chest.. and he is super into baby stuff, like the minute somebody else holds his baby a part og him is just clenching. no PAT THAT DOWN !! Put. A HAND ON HER HEAD.. hold her back..... he is cursing everyone mentally bec these people cannot hold a baby. ooh and he is super into chnaging and cleaning and giving her baths, he just wants to do it rite and help you.. :'') and YES HE IS THE DAD WHO TAKES HIS BABY BAGPACK AND STRAPS HER TO HIM FOR RUNS.. AND TAKES HER TO WORKOUT.. your little girl would laugh so loyd seeing her daddy work out, she would giggle, saying dadda in her cute baby voicee... and sae would feel so muvh pridee in his chest, and his team mates just looking at him, bec he is not sneering or deadly lol. Having you was the best thing that happened to him and you giving him his little babygirl, he is healed, loved and whole.

[takami-takami]

okay okay it's going to take a little time before I can offer another edit with his voicee ❤️😌 but meanwhile if anyone wants see any other edit here is one I made from this new season !!!'HE'S SUCH A PRETTY BIRD I'VE BEEN PACING AND HAVING TO PAUSE LMAO (link here)

also I said earlier about how one of my sad keigo edit got muted but it's back again so here it's too😭 MAYBE WATCH THIS FIRST AND THEN THE HAPPY ONE KFKGUUU (link here) SORRY FOR SAD KEIGO

You make the best edits on tiktok i swear cuz both of these made my heart clench like. YOU DO HIM SUCH JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!

[artzychic27]

An Akuma transports the Science Kids into a kids show!

*The Science Kids get transported into a very colorful forest where the bees don’t sting you and the snakes have weirdly big eyes. Zoé, Ismael, and Reshma remain human, only with childish clothing and Reshma’s hair is covered by a hood leaving only her pigtails exposed while Jean is a purple rabbit wearing a white belt, Aurore is a blue dog, Cosette is a pink… something in a polka-dotted shirt, and Mireille is a dark blue penguin with a bow in her hair*

Ismael: *Sees he’s wearing overalls* Ugh! What am I wearing?!

Denise: *Now a magenta messenger bag hanging on Zoé’s shoulder* You think that’s bad?! I’m a BAG!

Jean: And I’m a weirdly-colored rabbit wearing a belt. *Pulls an ID out of their quills* And I’m appropriately named Belt.

Marc’s voice: Get me out of here!

*Aurore opens Denise-bag, and out shoots a floating red red with a face*

Cosette: What the- What is that?!

Marc: I got turned into a book! How am I supposed to pick stuff up?!

Mireille: Okay, let’s calm down- And why don’t I have fingers?!

Cosette: You’re a penguin! What the hell even am I?! I’m pink and I have antenna! Am I a wingless butterfly, or something?!

Jean: Wait. Where’s Lacey and Simon?

Lacey: INCOMING! *Lands next to them with a forest green hang glider* That was awesome!

Reshma: Okay, we’ve found Lacey, but what about-

*The hang gliders morphs into a forest green backpack with a face*

Simon: That was awful! I-I was a backpack, and then THAT! It was horrible! We need to get out of here!

Jean: Don’t worry. All Aurore needs to do is find some clues.

Aurore: What?

Jean: Yeah, you’re a blue dog, so you’re good at finding clues.

Aurore: … What show is this again?… N-never mind. Okay, so do I just look around until I see- Oh, there’s a clue on Marc. *Points to a blue paw print on Marc*

Zoé: Right! Books have information. So, Marc, how do we get out of here?

Marc: Well, let’s see. *Turns his pages to a random map* This is strangely convenient. Looks like we have to go down the Rapid River, through the Stench Swamp, and then to Portal Peak where a portal to our real world will be waiting for us. River, Swamp, Peak. River, Swamp, Peak. River- *Cosette slaps him* How long was I out?! I-I was talking and then repeating that!

Ismael: You’ll get over it. And this’ll be easy; it’s just a dumb kid’s show. Now, let’s get moving… Why can I move?

Disembodied Voices: Sing the song!

Simon: What kind of bull-

Disembodied Voices: Sing the song! *Giggling*

Reshma: It sounds like a bunch of kids.

Zoé Oh, it’s one of those cartoons. You know, the ones where kids at home interact with the main characters and make the show longer.

Ismael: Okay, I got that. But, why can’t we move?

Reshma: I think we have to work with the kids in order to keep the plot going.

Jean: Hey, as long as I get to sing, I’m cool with it! Hey, kids! Do you know how the song goes?

Disembodied Voices: Yeah!

Jean: Then let’s sing it together!

*One annoying travel song later*

Jean: We made it to the rapid river! And that song didn’t make things go faster like I had hoped.

Disembodied Voices: Yay!

Marc: *Opens his pages to the map* River, Swamp, Peak! In case you needed a reminder.

Zoé: Denise, do you have anything we can use to get across the river?

Denise: Maybe I do! Let’s see… *The items somehow fly out of them* I have an apple, a spoon, some logs that somehow fit in me, and some boots!

Ismael: Easy. It’s obviously the-

Aurore: Ismael, the kids are supposed to solve this. Otherwise, they don’t learn.

Ismael: … Are you serious?

Aurore: Annoying, I know. I’ve got a little sister. Watch and learn. Hey, kids! Do you know what we can use to build a raft to get across the rapid river? Is it… The apple?

Disembodied Voices: No!

Marc: Could it be the boots?

Disembodied Voicee: No!

Lacey: Perhaps the the spoon?

Disembodied Voices: No!

Cosette: Or maybe, the logs?

Disembodied Voices: Yeah!

Cosette: Very good! Now let’s build the raft.

Ismael: Finally!

Cosette: By counting the logs!

Ismael: What?!

*Each log floats up as Cosette and the disembodied children’s voices count them*

Cosette/Disembodied Voices: One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Nine… Ten!

Cosette: We have ten logs! Just enough to build a raft!

Ismael: Oh, thank God! Finally!

Denise: Now let’s count in Spanish!

Ismael: WHAT?!

Denise/Disembodied Voices: Uno… Dos… Tres… Quattro… Cinco… Seis… Siete… Ocho… Nueve… Diez!

Ismael: Okay, if we’re done teaching kids languages-

Reshma: Now let’s count in Hindi!

Ismael: Or we can go across the river?!

Disembodied Voices: *Crying*

Mireille: Ismael! Without their help, we won’t get out of here.

Ismael: Ugh! Hey, kids, don’t cry! Here’s a fun idea! Let’s sing that same dumb song we just sung over and over!

Disembodied Voices: Yay!

Ismael: Of course, you’d like that.

Jean: Let’s get singing!… Someone help me.

*Later, on the raft*

Jean: I’m never singing that song again.

Lacey: *Gags* Is anyone else getting motion sick?

Aurore: Lacey! You can’t throw up on a preschool show!

Lacey: Don’t you think I know that?! *Unzips Simon*

Simon: What are you doing? What are you doing?! *Lacey throws up in one of his pockets* WHY?!

Marc: Oh, that’s just nasty.

*Suddenly, the raft comes to a stop*

Jean: Look! We’ve made it to the swamp!

Marc: *Opens his pages to the map* River, swamp, peak! I can’t stop doing this no matter how hard I try!

Reshma: *Her pigtails extend and take the appearance of rulers. She dips one in the swamp and pulls it back up with the three-inch mark illuminated* It seems the swamp is too shallow for the raft to go through, and far too odorous to walk through.

Mireille: How will we get across?

Disembodied Voices: The boots!

Ismael: Right. Finally! Denise, help us out.

Denise: … Here’s the thing… I can’t find them.

Disembodied Voices: Uh oh! It was Snatcher the Ladybug!

Simon: Who?

Cosette: Ah, there’s usually some kind of small-time villain in these shows. Apparently, ours is a ladybug who snatches things.

Ismael: How did a tiny bug snatch our boots?

Cosette: I don’t know, Ismael. Why am I a possibly a pink wingless butterfly walking on its hind legs?

Aurore: Hey, kids! Do you know where Snatcher went? Is she under the rock? In the bush? Or in the tree?

Disembodied Voice: In the tree!

*The Science Kids turn to see a ladybug sitting on a tree branch with the boots*

Marc: There she is! In order to get the boots back from Snatcher, we’ll need to teach her shame! Can you say ‘Shame?’

Disembodied Voices: Shame!

Marc: Very good! Shame is a bad feeling caused by when you do something wrong, but not many people feel shame for their own bad actions... So we shame over and over them until they feel something! Repeat after me, ‘Snatcher, enough snatching!’

Disembodied Voices: Snatcher, enough snatching! Snatcher, enough snatching! Snatching, enough snatching!

*Snatcher relents and hands the boots back*

Aurore: We did it!

Ismael: NOW BEAT IT! *Smacks Snatcher away with Marc*

Marc: OW!

Disembodied Voices: *Gasp*

Simon: Ismael! You can’t even show moderate violence on a kids show!

Ismael: I doubt that’ll have an effect on the kids. Plus, that ladybug won’t mess with us. Now let’s get through this swamp.

Disembodied Voices: Sing the song!

Jean: Oh, God… Okay! One more time! Please!

*One traveling song later*

Jean: Can someone give me amnesia? Please?

Denise: Too late for that, Jean. We made it to Portal Peak!

Marc: *Opens his pages to the map* River, swamp, p- *Cosette slaps him* Thank you.

Aurore: *Points to a blue paw print* Hey! I found a clue! And it’s right on this- OH, FU-UDGE! THAT’S A BEAR!

*The bear gets on its hind legs and blocks the way to the portal*

Mireille: And it’s blocking our way out! What are going to do?!

Disembodied Voices: Use your imaginations!

Mireille: I… What? Uh… Okay. I imagine that the bear is gone? *Nothing happens*

Cosette: That’s not gonna work. Our childlike imaginations withered and turned to dust long ago.

Lacey: Well, that settles it! Guys, the kids at home have gotten us this far, but now, it’s time for some good-natured moderate violence.

Marc/Aurore: *Big sibling gasps*

Marc: Lacey!

Aurore: Absolutely not! Violence in any amount is inappropriate for a preschool show!

Lacey: Well, duh! That’s why we have the kids close their eyes.

Ismael: Ah, of course! Hey, kids! We’re gonna play a fun game! Do you wanna play?!

Disembodied Voices: Yeah!

Ismael: Super! Now, let’s all close our eyes until I tell you to open them! And remember, no peeking.

*The screen turns dark as the only sounds that can be heard are screaming, buzzsaws whirring, bones cracking, and more screaming. There’s a slight peak at what’s happening and shows Marc biting the bear’s arm, Cosette and Lacey putting it in a headlock, and Mireille about to attack it with a chainsaw*

Jean: *Unsheathing a sword* HEY! NO PEEKING!

*The screen goes dark again, and even more screams are heard until…*

Denise: Okay! All little niños can open their eyes now!

*The Science Kids stand innocently in front of what remains of the bear and grin*

Ismael: Great job, everyone! I knew you could do it! Now let’s get home we can be as inappropriate as we fucking please!

Disembodied Voices: *Gasp*

Zoé: Ismael, we’re not home yet.

Jean: Fuck it! I’m tired of singing the damn song! I wanna fucking curse like a sailor!

Lacey: Know what? Me too! We kicked this bear’s ass, and now we’re going home!

Disembodied Voice 1: Fuck!

Reshma: Oh, dear.

Cosette: Aw, they’re learning how to curse properly! I’m so proud!

Marc: Nope. Don’t be proud. We messed these children up for life.

Ismael: Hey, Jean and I said no peeking. You guys heard us. They heard us.

[tears-of-boredom]

s4ep1

good song oh my least faovurite thing ever is being buried alive actually so thats fun okay man loving the creepy vibes you couldnt have made dean spill even one drop while drinking cmon oooh damn myhsteryy oh my god the fucking busty asian brunettes magazine waittt wait wait is it castiel time?? is it gonna be castiel time soon?? im so excited oh oh oh its happening???? is it??? ok well the white car when dean has died okay dean well that was an honest ass confession bobby i love you im so happy you tried to kill dean twice, your carefulness and rationale are so awesome i love you sammy omg aplease yessss lmao girl i love you that shirt omg tuiohnjuoigbnfhoiu ghmmm ikm,kgmkhnjgfipsonhn why he gotta be so pent up and still literally panting omgfadhjugu im so normala aobuty aehiom bobby i love you im gonnaa,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, im gonagag make yo ui ghmmmmm no i shant say sams fucking microaggressions make me insane wait no i meant micro-expressions gjfga im supposed to be like drawing stuff but i cant help but comment on everything ooooh good music i hate it when they fight in such a calm manner graghh bobby i love you and your friends you are so amazing okay i honestly love this change of pace where the woman is so forward with dean and dean is the uncomfortable one CASTIELLLLLL YEAHHHH FUCK PAM DONT FUCKING DIE THOUGH I LIKE YOUU PERKY NIPPLES? isnt it usually your boyish charm? dean youre gonna fucking eat shit when you find out its a fucking angel motel with a ceiling mirror again sammy its honestly quite hot that youre just going to kill them and disobeying deans wishes like that castiel?:) castiel tonite?:) dean how are you not half deaf already is my question girl these brothers lie to each other like its their 9 to 5,,, honestly hester fits rtight in WAIYT WAIT GOOD SONG FROM FALLOUT NEW VEGAS!!!!!!! HELL YEAHHH THAT GAME HAD SUCH GOOD SONGS OH MY GOD THIS IS FUCKING SICK HONESTLY HOW CASTIEL IS JUST BURNING PEOPLES EYES OUT SAMMY BABYGIRL did you lie to dean about not practicing your magic? did baby boy lie again? honestly love that hes doing this shit wait has sam been fucking ruby? is that not the implication here? bobby u love you swinging youre deetsies jgjagjf casteiul??? elloo??? baby bird cmon?? FIUGHWGIUFDSIUJJJJIGHIOJIOJHJIGFJHSJHNNHINIHNNNINIPSP0R9R9IUJYIJTIJ90WYVSDYIOSRORLÖS CSASYTIELALLL!!!!!!!! UYEYSSSSS OH MY GOSD WAHT IS THAT BVVOICE OH MY GOS I FROGOT THAT HE HAD A WEIURD VOICEE WAIT HJE LOOKS A BIT LIKE BRAD PITT CASTIEL GFJ KIJFHIONOI make out alreaddy godd CASTIEL WHAT A FUCKING READ DAMN lmaooo imagine god brings youi back from dead just to make you his little worker ant😭😭

[mister-lady]

*glances around* weeeeelll,,,..,.since no one is heeereee...,,,

[jhynka]

im supposed to do work but i cant stop thinking about my hairstylist yesterday. i went to a korean place but i diddnt expect the people there to actually be korean ong. he had veiny hands and there was this specific blue one on his left hand that started about 1cm off his hand and it crept up to like 3cm before his fingers and it split into two separate ones it was so hot. he had Ghibli tattoos on his left arm and one of it was a sleeve of those soot sprites from spirited away and they were holding those little stars and another was a my neighbor totoro tattoo i think im in love. he looked around his mid 40s and had small wrinkles around his eyes and he had brown dyed hair and omg his hand was bigger than my face tfyghu. i could feel how warm his hand was when he was working on the side of my face plsss. he had a phone call mid cut which he was super apologetic about and his voice was so deep ongggg. he was talking in korean so idk what he was saying but his voicee omgdtsyuj. the only thing is i saw a ring on his finger so either its fashion purposes or im too late :/

[chauhee]

Boyfriend!Jacob

A/N - I thought it would be fun to do a little boyfriend series where I give my opinions on how each of the members would be as a boyfriend. 

Warnings - none

Read More - Sangyeon | Jacob | Younghoon | Hyunjae | Juyeon | Kevin | New | Q | Haknyeon | Sunwoo | Eric

The sweetest man

Okay I see him starting out as friends with his crush first and then asking them out

But I see him as pretty confident when he likes someone

Like he can easily ask a person out if he likes them no problem

You can also probably tell he likes you

He would be extra nice to you

His eyes would be so soft when he looks at you I’m-

He would genuinely look at you like the most precious person in the world

Depending on if you’re younger or older than him 

he would be so soft and protective over a younger s/o

and he would be a whole babie for an older s/o

I’m in tears hold on

Plans really cute surprise dates for you

Like you’ll know he was coming over but then he’s like

“I have a surprise for you”

and he made a whole picnic for you guys

Probably writes a song for you brb crying

Would definitely love to support you and your passions

Like you would support his music and he would be happy to see you working on whatever you’re passionate about

and if you’re not passionate about anything, that would be okay as well

probably would help you find your way

very enthusiastic about that

just loveees to help you with anything

You’ll be doing the dishes 

he will ask to help

or wait no he would just start helping actually

even if you decline, he will find a way

he will kiss your cheeks often hehe

loves to hug you

wants you to visit Canada with him so he can show you his hometown

very important to him

you’d probably be friends with kevin honestly

and you’d know the members, they think you’re sweet

bc if you’re dating Jacob, you must be an angel toooo

omg talking with him in the middle of the night before falling asleep in his arms

his soft voicee

his hand brushing your hair out of your face as you tell him about your day

I will cry I swear

Can you tell he’s my bias

Perfection in a human who knew it was possible?

[pixelatedrose]

Yo okay I'm not sure if I'm literally insane but-

Do you think voices have specific temperatures to them? Like just the sound of the voicee in general? Like one person might have a cold-tone voice while someone else has a warm-tone voice, and its the voice itself that has the warmth, not the way you use it.

Idk its a bit hard to explain my thought process, but i know what my brain is thinking and its weird to say the least but really interesting to me.

Like i have cool voice but my friend has a warm voice and my aunt has a lukewarm voice and my cousin has an ice cold voice- but its not the same conotation of warm and cold in the emotions sense its warm and cold in literally the temperature sense and i don't know how to explain it like- i wish i had a good, well known voice to give an example of...

Oh!! Like Neil Patrick Harris has a slightly colder voice, and (fuck it i can't think of a well known person) Eret has a warm voice. Like its not the WAY they talk that makes it that way- Eret could be giving a horribly harsh speach and his voice would still be warm, or Neil could be having the time of his life, laughing and joking, and it'd still be cold

Idk maybe I'm just a little insane

[spacedogships]

🎫 here's a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers

Oh boy it’s being gay about Rose time!!

So maybe I rewatched a bit of twilight wings while I was making dinner and maybe hearing his voice makes me all soft inside I just,,,, hhhhhh him!!! His voicee!!!! 😭💞 He’s just,,,,,, gentle and friendly,,,,,,,, and his calm confidence and charisma when he’s talking to people as The Chairman 😳💞 Ohh and his little laugh I love himm ;;//w//;; And yeah we get to hear him when he’s slightly unsure but I also wanna hear his voice when he looses his shit y’know?? Darkest day angst pls :3cc

I just love Rose’s voice so much bless his twilight wings voice actor I could listen to Rose talking about anything,,,,,,, 💞💞💞

[sixstringnation]

We were coming to the end of our portrait session at Nelson Mandela Park Public School and some of the staff were pacing a little nervously urging us not to pack up just yet. When they ushered in this kid there was a palpable wave of excitement among the teachers. This was no ordinary student, this was Mustafa Ahmed aka Mustafa the Poet.⁠ ⁠ At this point he was already a celebrity in Regent Park with a growing profile across Toronto. Within the next few years he'd be appointed by Justin Trudeau to a youth culture panel, name-checked by Drake, working with Lorraine Segato and Thompson Egbo-Egbo and named as Toronto's poet laureate. From there he's gone on to collaborate with Brendan Canning, Drake, The Weeknd, Shawn Mendes, James Blake and Valentino designer Pierpaolo Piccioli. He's just getting started.⁠ ⁠ Perhaps the coolest thing about this incredibly cool kid is that no matter how far his art has taken him, he always remains deeply connected to Regent Park.⁠ ⁠ Portrait, as always, by Doug Nicholson.⁠ ⁠ ⁠ Find out more about the Six String Nation project and book a live or virtual presentation at https://www.sixstringnation.com⁠ ⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ .⁠ #luminatofestival #multiculturalism #toronto #torontohiphop #mustafathepoet #regentparktoronto #CanEd #CanadianMusic #CanadianArt #SocialStudies #CanadianGuitar #nelsonmandelaparkpublicschool #caltoncases #acousticguitar #CanadianTeachers #K12 #keynotespeaker #CdnEd #ETFO #OSSTF #EdLeaders #OECD #VoiceEd #imaginED #sixstringnation #6SN #portraits #portraitphotography https://instagr.am/p/CID-uPmnnQ6/

[hannahsmusings]

Renee

*I play with my fingers as I watch Caroline and Pete, being hyper aware of Anthony next to me and wishing I could do that with him, jump into his arms and be obvious about my attraction to him, this headspace making me want to latch onto him and never let go, never really being a clingy person in relationships but just the thought of Anthony leaving my side made me feel like sobbing, my fingers itching to reach out and pull him to me, feeling this weird need to be comforted and he was the only thing that could provide that for me* *I give Caroline a thumbs up as she winks at me, getting the hint about not following, being left alone with Anthony in the kitchen… yet again* *I look up at him, blinking a few times, trying to clear the fog but it just wasn’t working* We sure do like being in the kitchen, don’t we? *my voice still wasn’t mine, it felt lighter and airier, still playing with my fingers as I look at him* *I look towards the kitchen island with all the drinks and take a step towards it, reaching out and starting to make myself another drink, my movements being a bit slower and sloppier, giggling quietly as I spill some juice onto the table top, rubbing at my eye every so often, having no idea how little I was acting* Do you want a drink? *I hold out the one I just made to him, my eyes big as I look up at him*

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*I couldn't take my eyes off you, barely acknowledging Pete and Caroline when he leads her off, watching you and my eyes flicking down to your fingers playing with each other, noticing you did that when you felt out of control* *steps a little closer to you as I analyse your expression, breath hitching as you look up at me with that enticing look and breathy voice, abs clenching with need as you seemed so innocent right now* *can't help my amused smile at your words, shaking my head with a soft laugh* Doesn't have to be a kitchen, anywhere with a sink works. *grins, unable to help the teasing comment before noticing you weren't quite yourself, wondering if it was the little space combined with the alcohol as you seemed giggly and lighter and softer, following your movements with my eyes and the cute clumsiness making me want to wrap you in my arms and take care of you* *follows you up to the island, scanning you constantly as I didn't want you to hurt yourself, it hurting my heart when you hold the drink out to me and offering you a smile* Yeah, baby. Sure. *takes the drink, seeing you needed validation in this state as I take a sip and hum* Tastes good, thank you. *murmurs softly, voicee a little gruff with arousal* You feeling okay?

[oc-avalanche]

Unrequited Love

Word Count: 1,445

So I wrote this awhile back and forgot to post it. XD Hopefully I caught most of the mistakes. I wrote it in my notebook the typed it on here, though I’m pretty sure I got most of the mistakes.

The characters you see in this story belongs to my friend (Fawkes and Ayfara) and me (Veran). It doesn’t follow any certain point of the BoTW storyline, it’s just our OCs interacting.

Hope you enjoy!

~~~

Fawkes poked at the fire, being mindful of his feathers, and gave a quick glance to Veran who was ringing his scarf in his hands. With simple grace he handed the half Zora his water skin.

“Thanks,” Veran managed dryly taking a quick sip then another before handing it back to Fawkes. Silence once again surrounded them interrupted only by the cracks of the dying fire.

“I’ll go get some more firewood.” With that announcement Veran stood up, a bit stiff, and grabbed his spear sitting next to him. “Be back in a bit!” He waved Fawkes off and entered the woods surrounding them, slightly conscious about danger.

Taking a few deep breaths, Veran relaxed his shoulders and gather his thoughts. “Okay Veran, just keep calm. You can do this. Just tell him about your feelings and if he doesn’t feel the same then you both try to act like it never happened.” His only answer was the howling of the wind and Veran groaned, stopping in his tracks. Who am I kidding, he thought as he looked down at his webbed hands. He’ll never like me, hell I don’t even like me. Pushing away his dark thoughts, Veran started forwards once more, eyes searching for wood.

~

Veran approached back to the camp, his arms full of sticks that proved worthy to be thrown to the fire. He felt his heart pound with every stop, imagining Fawke’s face lit by the fire’s flames, his feathers taking a golden tone from the light.

A warm smile stretched on Veran’s face as he pictured the scene perfectly. Fawkes would be seated in between Veran and Ayfara, Ayfara and Fawkes would be on the makeshift bench while Veran would be comfortable on the ground his back leaning against the bench. They would laugh and tell stories or sit in complete and comfortable silence.

The camp was just a few feet away and there was the sound of a calm familiar laugh, Ayfara’s laugh. A warm feeling rose in Veran’s stomach, enjoying the sound of her laughter.

“Hey, Fawkes, can I tell you something?” Ayfara’s voice was soft, it’s lowish tone coming off nervous. Veran stopped and listened.

Fawkes voicee was serious but there was a softness to it that felt... intimate. “Sure.”

There was a moment of silence then Ayfara finally spoke up. “I’m afraid that I can no longer keep my feelings for you a secret. You, see, I’ve begun to think of you more as a friend and I wonder if you feel the same?”

Silence, there was complete and utter silence. Veran dared a look trying to steady his arms which had begun to tremble. The two were in a hug, foreheads touching, one of the many ways Rito’s showed affection.

“I feel the same.”

Hearing Fawkes say those words, Veran dropped the pile of sticks, gaining their attention. Ayfara spoke his name with a mix of surprise and regret, but that was all he allowed himself to hear.

Veran turned back were he had come from and ran, ignoring the shouts of his friends along with the the tears that had begun to slide down his cheeks. He didn’t even have to look where he was going, the memory of the same path was burned in his mind, in just a few moments he would be near a lake and at that lake was a call cavern. It’s floor was slightly flooding due to the underwater entrance that laid beneath it and the crevice that played as the cave’s thin entrance. The opening was thin and hard to get through and it would be hard for anyone other then a Zora to make it to the underwater entrance due to it’s depth. It was the perfect hiding spot, hidden and safe.

So all it came down to was instinct as the lake came into view. Slipping of his shirt to give his gills some air, he dived in, going deep enough so that his two friends wouldn’t see him. They appeared briefly exchanging words he did not hear, then disappeared. Once out of sight he swam to the underwater entrance which was a large hole a few feet under water and same to the cave’s surface.

This was the first in a very long long time that Veran felt anything like this. The painful feeling in his chest, like somebody was ripping it out, slowly, rawly. It was like when he was little again after his father had ordered him to run, the words from before cutting deeper then any knife could do against Veran’s scales. Back when he was little he understood what was going on, but at the same time didn’t understand, he had heard and known about death, but he had never seen it. He knew about love, but didn’t quite remember it until it was gone. He thought he knew loneliness until he truly was alone.

The cave was unhappy, it was ugly and cold, but it was safe, safe and alone. It was roughly the same as it was all those years ago, though the markings he had made were more or less gone now. This was the place that kept the bullies from him, this was the place that he hid from the attackers, this was were he first met Misha and Sidon still covered in blood and filth, starving. Veran had been back a few times after being taken in by the Zora’s Royal Family, but had not given this place much thought in the last decade or so.

It was weird, to say the least, that he was back in this cave, sitting in the same place as when he was young, hugging his knees to his chest. When all was quiet around him, he let out a choked sob. What a fool I was, he thought as Ayfara’s confession replayed in his head. Of course he would have no feelings towards me. What a fool I was. Cursing himself silently, Veran rested his forehead against his knees and allowed the tears to fall, mingling with the drips of water that came from the ceiling.

That same ceiling gave off a luminous blue color, giving off enough light to allow the cave to be seen fully. This same lighting reflected off Veran’s scales giving him an illusion of youth. That’s what Fawkes thought as he did a double take when he first entered the cavern, ignoring the heavy, uncomfortable feeling that his feathers had from the water that seeped into them.

Veran had briefly mentioned this place back when they were making camp, Fawkes barely notice the opening until Ayfara had seen it while running around the proximities. She was right behind him, her eyes full of worry.

Neither of them knew exactly what to do, but Ayfara took the lead. “Stay here” she began, placing a firm hand on his chest. “I’ll speak to him.”

She started towards Veran, her footsteps echoing in the water. Kneeling before him, Ayfara cautiously reached out to him as if he would run in fears. “Veran?”

His name hung low between them, the emptiness of the cave carrying it no farther. Veran looked up and Ayfara felt regret swell up in her heart. “Veran, I am so sorry. I should have-”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ayfara looked at him, surprised. Veran smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m just glad you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

Ayfara shook her head. “Your happiness is just as important as ours. I should have told you my newfound feelings for Fawkes a long time ago. I mean you told me, why shouldn’t I do the same?”

Her hand rests on his and Veran can feel the remorse in her grasp. With her gaze still down, he places his other hand over hers gaining her attention. “It’s okay, Ayfara. It was bound to happen, I shouldn’t have applied that unnecessary pressure on you.” There was a moment of silence before Ayfara suddenly pulled him into a hug. Vera held stiff before relaxing and wrapping his own arms around her.

“Though if you guys don’t mind,” Veran’s voice finally echoed in the cave, Fawkes finally hearing their words. “I kind of want to go back home and skip the next adventure. Today has been... exhausting and I just need some time to gather myself.”

Ayfara nodded, still hugging him. “Of course! Fawkes and I will be fine, besides it’s nothing major so you won’t miss much.”

Fawkes and Veran’s eyes meet. With and encouraging smile, Fawkes gave his friends a thumbs up. 

Veran hugged Ayfara tighter and returned the gesture to Fawkes. “Thanks.”

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I am here for sad Bim.

(Why do yall want plant boy to suffer??)It's almost time for his segment.His heart's pounding in his chest, asking for an exit and his palms are wet with sweat. His teeth are biting into his lip so hard, he's afraid they'll draw blood and he's breathing shallowly from his nose.This is Bim's first time hosting his own show and he swears he's gotten over his anxiety, swears that this is what he wants but.His doubts eat away at him. What if his voicee cracks? What if the audience thinks he's annoying and boo him off? What if he does something embarrassing on air? His stomach twists at the thought and his suit feels too tight, too hot.Bim doesn't want to do this anymore. He thought he did, but the panic coiling in his chest like a snake says otherwise. He wants to run, get as far away from the studio as possible and has his legs tense in preparation to do just that when he feels a hand land on his shoulder. He startles, badly, glasses now askew and hand tightly clutching at his chest."Now, now, don't be nervous", says Wilford, voice light. "I'm- I, uh", Bim stutters, unable to settle himself enough to form a coherent sentence.Wilford chuckles, straightens his shoulders and dusts off the nonexistent dust from his suit. He fixes his glasses back into shape. "Remember, reality bends at your will, not you at its, and nobody will notice a little warping of physics", Wilford hums as he pushes him into position. He gives Bim a last pat on the head before wandering back out to whence he came. There are still nerves crawling around his system, but Wilford's advice is oddly helpful.

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charmed-redemption

Rico stood in his home finally unpacked ready to start what he hopes was a new and regular day which was something he hadn’t had since he ascended to his full power. Looking up he heard a sound he wasn’t expecting his phone was going off letting him know that it was time to leave for his morning run.  Mystic falls were a town with a beautiful name yet a dark reputation making this movie all the more interesting. It was his senior year and the Prince of Kemet found himself in a new town all alone. The prince put on a pair of short shorts and a tank top and head out knowing that soon he would need to be at school and start his new life knowing no one. The thoughts clouded his mind making him move more quickly and his power leading him little did he know he would come across a person in need. The sun was beginning to rise set and the moon leaving the sky making things hard to see yet he clearly says someone bent over seeming to be bled. His mind was filled with the screams as he looked and forced him to speak.

“ Vengeance of the furies rise, course from hell through night skies. Come to he who calls you near .. come to me and settle here!”

The witch spoke and for a moment his eyes glowed a bright blue as his ancient power took hold bringing the voicees of the furies from the past in the form of smoke which tore at the creature who he soon realized was a vampire ripping at its throat before finally killing him completely leaving nothing but ash. Though he was a prince he felt like the worst witch having done magic in public but saving a life is more importanttt than keeping magic a secret. Finding a healing grass along with rosemary he squeezed it together to make a salve applying it to the wounds around the neck to help it heal.  Rico knew that someone would soon be there to help but he should leave before anyone saw him little did he know someone already head. Standing he began to move again his ass cheek peeking through the bottom of the shorts heading for the schools to run around the track before school started

Tyler heard about the new kid, and he was obviously intrigued. For starters, he was growing bored of the girls and guys in Mystic Falls already, so a new fresh face could suffice. Second, he heard that the new kid wasn’t... well, he didn’t know for sure, but Bonnie told him he was special.

And then he saw it. He saw what the kid did to the vampire. For a quarter of a second, he was scared, but then it hit him. He was revering this kid’s powers. That was, until he saw the butt cheek peeking out. He didn’t know if this was intentional or anything, but he just smirked, enjoying the view. He intended to enjoy it silently, until he stepped on a dried leaf, making it crunch. “Shit.”

TVD: A Tail as Old as Time

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Analysis of Freud’s Oedipus Complex

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